Speckled Turkey Brain
Freckles fraught with danger
Which freckle? Mission not possible
freckle balls are flying exposed on fleuro front lines turkey comb scratching rubber glove flipping rubber glove flapping where I put my pp clothes? all so hundred thousands awesome! pink, blue, green… bower bird shiny thing, chaotic war/awe zone/out — anyone for cricket? what’s all that noise/ cancelling earplugs a turkey’s head not fit.
miracle jet — landing gear disabled eject button taped over who removed the parachute?/ multi-color freckle delight disguised as test pattern stripes, oh that’s right…
danger — mission control — jet fuel fire! wires arcing blaze no baking soda will fix no permission to land computer system can’t power down turkey abort — unplug — stop the run … what plug? behold thy Olympic torch triumphant… hunting smiles all round freckle found, no two, no —
hey, turn that freckle frown-side up! still forever love me? — what’s with all the speckled mess?
Infatuated with too many things Jaylee Reign
Inspired by: Licked, 22 May 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: infatuation; with thanks to J.D. Harms





